I now understand. As soon as I clocked out for the last time, I started to breathe again. The race, the rat race, everything is fast-paced and there’s no time to breathe when you’re in it. But now I have time, and I don’t know what to do with it. I sleep, I wake up,
From clocking in to clocking out: the transition to retirement originally appeared in KevinMD.com.
